Calamity's Dream Journal

January 5, 2010
I am in a jungle-themed amusement park with my boyfriend and his family: his brother, cousin, mother, and grandmother. We decide we want to go on a canoe trip down a river. We get in the canoe and start paddling until we reach a huge, clear and calm river surrounded by a tall expanse of jungle. I comment: "It's so beautiful!" We continue paddling until we pass through a small tunnel and then we park the canoe to the side and start trekking through the jungle. We continue going until these people come and take everybody away except me. I don't remember how I escaped, but I was back at the amusement park. I take another boat to try and find them, but I end up back at the amusement park again. This time, I see two children: one boy I do not recognize, and my boyfriend's cousin's daughter, she is about six years-old. They both tell me they want to help me, so I tell them to get into the canoe and we continue through the river until we pass that same tunnel again. We get down in the middle of the tunnel and all of a sudden my two coworkers (a man and a woman) are with me instead. The woman coworker has two shallow bowls full of small fish that appear to be dead to me, but she is feeding them. I tell her we can't take them with us, but she insists on leaving them in the canoe. For some reason, I leave her behind and proceed down the river with the male coworker instead. After we get out of the tunnel, the water begins to get a little rough, and some of her fish fly out of their bowls. The water returns to normal and we keep following the path until we see a large group of people on the right side, and another on the left. My boyfriend's grandmother and mother are on the left, and his brother is on the right; they are all wearing orange jumpsuits and appear to be sad. I do not see my boyfriend. I yell out for his brother, asking if he is okay. He smiles at me and waves. We continue down the path until we reach a small patch of land and we get out of the canoe. There is an outdoor kitchen, and a man is spooning rice from a pot into a bowl. I realize how hungry I am and contemplate killing him so I can eat and rescue the others.


And then I wake up. Weird dream, huh? I wonder what it means.